The revolving door spins as my stomach turns

It's 2am, 3rd degree burns.

In my eyes, and sometimes, it's alright, it's alright.

And the telephone rings. Now it's off the hook.

While I try to sing the telephone book.

For someone to

come by and save me for the night.

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so suffocated.

In the emergency room waiting.

But I think it's gonna be a while.

Light a match, burn all the files.

Code Orange on speed dial.

Speed dial.

Watch the headlights pull away.

And my stomach drops into my legs.

And oh my god, it's been a day.

There was so much more that I want to say.

Lemon lime and cherry picking all the promises that you kept forgetting.

We mixed up the paperwork. Now we're in deep shit.

Sir, for a dollar, how do you feel about it?

Do you, do you even know why? I do, I do believe it's a sign.

Golly, would you look at the time? I'm gonna take back what is mine.

Do you, do you even know why? I do, I do believe it's a sign.

Golly, would you look at the time? I'm gonna take back what is mine.

I'm gonna take back what is mine.

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so suffocated.

In the emergency room waiting.

But I think it's gonna be a while.

Light a match, burn all the files.

Code Orange on speed dial.

Speed dial.